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A harmless thrill
caused a costly spill
A stain we hide
and secretly reframe
calling it found art
Still we are compelled
every so often to hover above
and read its shape
for omens or meaning
But it only foretells
how time and use
will meld it into the fabric
of the stories we will weave
to cover it
And no one will know
how it shaped them
And how it changed us

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